New Sundial contributor Anilee Gayle brings us poetry that she hopes will raise awareness of autism in women.

Andrew Sullins finds solace and comfort in writing poetry.

When Allen Berry sees the arrival of wildflowers in the spring, he is reminded of a musical composition from his high school band days!

On this week's Sundial episode, poet Leonard Adams' poem asks us to open our hearts to love.

Sundial Writer Sam Gravel fondly remembers his sister Gerry, who lovingly took care of their Mom when she developed Alzheimer's disease.

New Sundial contributor Beth Ann Hill is reminded of her Grandma whenever she eats cucumbers.

New Sundial contributor Elise Hickman brings us poems of home, family and aging.

Hello, there. After the release of my short film 's1lence' in 2003, I experienced a sense of frustration. Initially, I had aimed to build a career as a film director, but my work on 's1lence' revealed that my true passion lay in writing. Determined to shift my focus, I began crafting a story set in my beautiful hometown of Lüneburg. I had always been intrigued by how the darker aspects of this city, much like the rest of Germany, were often obscured. As a child, I was terrified of the big bad wolf,

Debra Qualls was a chatty little girl! But she eventually learned her lesson, as you'll hear in this story Silence is Golden.

某启①： 仆②，年逾花甲，居茂名。近自羊城归养慈帏③，家母年九秩有二，鬓霜犹健。每夕，母子对酌沉香酒一卮④，此酿伴仆廿载，实为易命之钥。 家母尝抚盏叹曰：“吾儿，此酒甚善。”言简意重，逾千金之誉。 昔仆少时惶惶然，谋事数易，终无根蒂。偶遇沉香，初尝其味，醇厚贯腑，如春阳融雪，顿悟：此乃吾所欲为也。遂潜心钻营酿法，广结良朋，更因酒成文，以拙笔记世情，竟得“草根作家”之名。 此酒之殊，在其性温：常酒入腹生寒，此酿反暖盈四体，盖因选料精严，工艺独绝。然必浸五载方得真味，历岁愈久，其香愈沉，如含光阴于唇齿间。 世有慕名而效者，仆必诫之：勿轻试！此酿如陶钧制器，失之毫厘，三年即霉败。仆十载摸索，倾缸无数，方得定法。然正因艰难，更知至味必能久长。 今观回头之客，初购缘奇，再购为喜，三购成习。仆常谓友：“酿如做人，诚字为先。”故量入为出，不贪不躁，惟求盏盏皆心血所凝。 至若仆之笃志，实因参透“沉香”之理：心沉则酒醇，积微乃康乐。慈母耄耋饮此，面若童颜，笑言：“酒暖身，更暖心。”仆遂悟：此生愿为沉香行者，借一杯之暖，传世间真情。

夜泊荆溪 ﹝唐﹞陈羽 小雪已晴芦叶暗， 长波乍急鹤声嘶。孤舟一夜宿流水， 眼看山头月落溪。

Monita Soni returns to the Sundial Writers Corner with her poem entitled "Musings".

梅花十绝·其九 ﹝宋﹞方岳 有梅无雪不精神， 有雪无诗俗了人。 薄暮诗成天又雪， 与梅并作十分春。

立冬前一日霜对菊有感 ﹝宋﹞钱时 昨夜清霜冷絮裯，纷纷红叶满阶头。 园林尽扫西风去， 惟有黄花不负秋。

New contributor Jim Parker has written a poem that pretty much describes himself perfectly. It's called A Man Like Me.

早冬 ﹝唐﹞白居易 十月江南天气好，可怜冬景似春华。霜轻未杀萋萋草，日暖初干漠漠沙。 老柘叶黄如嫩树，寒樱枝白是狂花。 此时却羡闲人醉，五马无由入酒家。

赠刘景文 ﹝宋﹞苏轼 荷尽已无擎雨盖，菊残犹有傲霜枝。 一年好景君须记， 正是橙黄橘绿时。

长安秋望 ﹝唐﹞杜牧 楼倚霜树外， 镜天无一毫。南山与秋色， 气势两相高。

窗前木芙蓉 ﹝宋﹞范成大 辛苦孤花破小寒，花心应似客心酸。更凭青女留连得，未作愁红怨绿看。

宿骆氏亭寄怀崔雍崔衮 ﹝唐﹞李商隐 竹坞无尘水槛清，相思迢递隔重城。秋阴不散霜飞晚， 留得枯荷听雨声。